The cat, now 17, has started to act funny. She has outlasted a large number of other animals and perhaps is lonely. Most likely she is smug. The house and the person are finally hers and hers alone. Her latest odd behavior is to smell my lips between 5 and 5:30 in the morning. This I could live with as I learned to live with her brother nursing on my ear in the middle of the night – pull the bed covers over the ears – but she is a dangerous one. She bites. Never enough to draw blood but who can say what will happen. Besides, it hurts like the dickens. So for a large number of recent mornings, I have had my day abruptly begun by this behavior. Yesterday I fooled her though. Being well rested, I arose shortly before 5. I vacuumed, changed the sheets and tidied my kitchen instead of my usual habit of reading with an available lap and scritchy fingers. This morning she waited until 6, until my consciousness was stirring. Springing onto the bed, she bit my bottom before springing out again and scampering out of the room. Good one.
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